First of many

In the far reaches of the Empire, where the tendrils of imperial power grew weak and frayed, lay the town of Bormur.

Once a bustling waypoint on the Old Silk Road, it now stood as a testament to decay and abandonment. The cobblestone streets were cracked and overgrown with stubborn weeds, while the wooden buildings leaned against each other like elderly drunkards, their paint long since weathered away by the harsh winds that swept down from the Grimspine Mountains.

At the heart of this forsaken place stood the Church of the Great God Dhastyes, its once-gleaming spires now dulled by neglect.

The God of Dawn and Renewal, whose golden symbols had once adorned every corner of the building, seemed to have abandoned this place along with its prosperity.

Tonight, however, the church played host to a gathering that would forever alter the fabric of reality in this forgotten corner of the world.